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点击复制Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail
Coppers gave me hell in a cell
But now its Mo' Murder to make mail
They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch
But I stick to the scrip
Dump a snitch in a ditch
Its 94 I came to be f**kin' around
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down
The only way I gets my mail is to be off in your a*s
With a AK or a Uzi screamin'
Give me your cash n***a
So back to f**k on up
Cause can't nobody stop this n***a to sellin' a D that's raw and uncut
F**kin' over fiends
Laughin in their faces sellin' soap to n***as can die anyday
N***as come showed off in them jacks G
Another homie eyes wide open dead in my backseat
We never thought that they would get him
My n***a was like a soldier we'd never knew that the bullet hit him
Thought to myself was c*****e with my homie's life
He picked the crime Do or Die now he pays the price
To look in struggle on his face with his Gat in his hand
My n***a died
With the face of a desperate man
So we can tear this face
We can tear this face
The face of a desperate man Gyeah man
Butabyebye butabyebyebang butabyebyebangbo
So we can tear his face when him smokin the endo
Butabyebye
Check motherf**kin' 1 check 1 2
I gotta gets my mail that's what I gotta do
And don't nobody run up on me
Cause Franklin and Grant is my only motherf**kin' homie
I made a deal with the devil and sold my soul
Through about O E and fourteen years old
Young hog a*s n***a never ever saw of
Got me a strap and learned not to shoot my brolls of
And all the youngsters sneakin pass the bottle
Because the G's pimps and hustlers was the motherf**kin' role model
And every time we had a house party
Was just the chance for a n***a to see another n***a's dead body
And nobody stayed around for sequels
Cause the n***a that was bustin' was spreadin' bullets around equal
Now they mobbin'
I'm seein' sparks hearin' shots
Pistol's popped
Another motherf**ker flopped
On the a*s first up by the 44
Flatline ambulance put him in the door
Loud screams from his homies yellin' I'mma smoke 'em
Feelin bad 'cause his partners on blood joke 'em
A touchin scene n***as screamin' in the rain
Looked in his homeboy's face
His homie said his name
Now he'd be lookin' for that n***a with the Gat and
Ready for that Redrum
With the face of a desperate man
94 is gettin' hot style n***a
I gotta watch my s**t mug on my face n***a dog mean b***h
I'm muggin' every n***a that be walkin by
Is it true can his hand be quicker than my eye
I'm wonderin if I gotta pull out my steel
Cause motherf**kers they can feel me they will look at me real
So flow to the motherf**kin' 4
If I have to let 'em know not to play me like a h*e
Cause I sticks to the G code
I unloads the clizip and ease on down the road
1 and 1 Spice only
I do my dirt about my motherf**kin' lonely
By myself n***a
Ninety four
Spiggedy 1 with up on that a*s
Yeah
Mean muggin' every n***a that ride by
Face of a desperate man n***a
I gots to gets mine
So if you try to take my s**t
Quick to bust a cap in that a*s
Ninety four
Blow
Formally like that